The Heathrow-to-Prague leg of our journey is brief and uneventful. At the airport, we board a bus into town...

Then plod to our hotel in the northern outskirts of the city, with a ten-minute delay en route.
  - whoosh
  - That must be the world's shortest train.

No sooner do we reach our hotel than we crash out, establishing a pattern that will prevail for the next week.
  - zzzz

Wednesday, 26.6.2002
We awake at the crack of dawn (around 4:00 AM) and idle around watching music videos until it's time for the (excellent!) breakfast buffet.
  - Must... have... more fish slaw!

Then, like the breaking of a storm or the unwinding of something, uh, tightly wound, we race off the experience all that is... PRAHA!!
  - Whee!